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Suho and Sieun aren’t strangers to trying new things in their sex life. 

It tends to start with a chirpy Suho, grin hardly contained as he sits his boyfriend down and tells him all about the new things he's discovered and wants to try, and Sieun is always happy to give it a go. He’s only ever brought something up two times himself, but he really doesn’t mind Suho’s curiosity. 

So why is he so nervous? 

His knee bobs anxiously up and down as he waits for his boyfriend’s return, the palm of his hands a clammy mess. He wipes them on his jeans, “Calm down, Suho. It’s fine, it’s just Sieun. You can do this! Fighting!” He gives himself a little encouragement, raising his hands into two fists.

Talking about sex is a no brainer for Suho, he finds no shame in wanting to try new things with Sieun, it keeps it exciting after all. Though it usually comes in forms of spanking, or on one occasion, ice play - Suho thinks they should do that one again, though this time not in the winter - and through their journey of exploration, Suho discovered he likes his hair pulled and Sieun may be a tad into getting it on in public. But that was one time. And very impulsive.

This one is a little different, so Suho isn’t sure how he’s gonna lay this one out. Maybe he should just head for a light hearted approach, hey Sieun, I want your dick in my ass- okay maybe not, but he finds himself snickering at the idea anyway.

“So Sieun-ah, I was thinking… I want you to top me, hm no…” He scratches the back of his head in thought, “I want to try bottoming… yeah that’s better. I was thinking we could try- Sieun-ah! You’re home!” He shoots to his feet when he hears the familiar beep of Sieun punching in the door code and closing the door softly behind him, kicking off his shoes soon after.

“Mm, were you waiting for me?” He notices Suho figure hovering by the doorway, a crooked smile on his face. Sieun tilts his head.

“No,” Yes. “Just heard you coming in, how was your day, baby?” As Sieun comes closer Suho opens his arms readily, engulfing his boyfriend in a hug and nuzzling his nose into his soft hair.

“It was fine, same old, what about you?” Sieun presses a chase kiss to the side of Suho’s neck, melting into his arms. His voice sends a soothing vibration through his body when he speaks.

“Eh, same old. I missed you though,” He sways them gently side to side, pressing a kiss to Sieun’s forehead with a smile before releasing him. Sieun only makes it a few steps inside before Suho is attached to him again, chin resting on his shoulder and arms secure around his waist. He waddles behind him cutely. 

“Are you hungry? Thirsty? Need anything?” 

“Suho-yah,”

“Yes, baby?”

“Spit it out,” Suho straightens, eyes widening a little in surprise. Sieun turns in his hold until they’re face to face and he watches Suho’s face flicker through a ray of emotions. “You have something to say, right?” Suho’s eyes finally still on him, a look of defeat clear as day. No more delaying it, he guesses.

“Ah... really? I’m that obvious?” He smiles sheepishly and licks his lips, fingers idly playing with the hem of Sieun’s shirt.

“Yes. Did you break something? Eat my snacks? Or was it Baku?” His lips curl despite himself and Suho shifts in his spot, eyes on his socked feet.

“I wanted to talk about something, but I don’t really know how to bring it up,” He lifts his gaze, finding Sieun’s expectant face. He watches his smile falter.

“Did I… did I do something wrong?” He chews his lip anxiously and awaits Suho’s answer. His heart kicks in his chest.

“Ah, no! No, that’s not it baby, don’t worry,” He waves his hands in a panic, relieved when Sieun’s face visibly relaxes. “It’s just, um, there’s something I want to try, you know, in the bedroom,” Suho shifts his weight from foot to foot, watching his boyfriend’s reaction carefully.

“Oh. That’s it? Suho-yah, you scared me!” He pushes his shoulder playfully, a pout forming on his lips. Suho kisses it away with an apology. “So what is it?”

This is where he should tell him, but he locks up with nerves and a little fear claws its way up his throat. He can’t say it. “I think you should sit down for this,” he says instead. 

Sieun quirks a brow, “It can’t be that bad,” When Suho doesn’t respond he follows it up, “Right…?” 

“It’s not bad, I just think it’s gonna shock you a little,” The sheepish smile returns and he takes Sieun’s hand, loosely guiding him to the living room sofa. Intertwining their fingers, he starts, Sieun’s gaze watching him closely.

“I’ve been doing some thinking, and well um, I guess I’m a little curious? Yeah, that’s it, well not just that, I think, no, I do want to try it, at least once maybe, unless you don’t want to! That’s completely fine-”

“Suho-yah, what is it?”

“-Right, sorry. Um, what I’m trying to say is, I want to try bottoming, like, I want you to top me,” He holds his breath, not daring to look Sieun in the eye as he takes in the information. 

He’s probably gonna say no, just forget it.

“...What? You want to…bottom? As in, you want me to fuck you?” He’s a little speechless if he’s being honest, that is not what he was expecting. Suho tenses in his spot, leg bouncing anxiously.

“Do you not want to?” His palms are a little clammy again, and he knows Sieun can feel it too. 

“Don’t get me wrong, I’m not saying no, I’m just surprised. Where is this coming from all of a sudden?” Not saying no. Suho’s shoulders fall from his ears, and he releases the breath he had been holding. He explains his curiosity, tells him how good he looks during sex, how he always looks like he’s in heaven, the sounds he makes, everything. He wants it all. He wants to try feeling that pleasure, and wants to feel cared for under Sieun’s hands. Wants to let go, even just once.

“Wow, you’ve really thought about this, huh?” Sieun runs his knuckle along his lip in thought, nodding after a quiet minute, “I think I’m down, we can try it. What’s the worst that can happen? If we don’t like it then we won't try again.” He gives Suho a reassuring smile, pressing a kiss to his lips, “Thank you for telling me,” 

*

About a week passes and neither boys brush the topic again, though the thought sits front and centre in both their heads. 

Sieun finds his imagination trailing off and thinking about Suho spread beneath him more times that he would like to admit, and Suho spends a lot of time researching and preparing for the awaiting day - unbeknownst to Sieun, he fingers himself a few times, trying to familiarise himself with the new feeling a little before he bares himself to his boyfriend. 

That day finally comes on the following Saturday afternoon when Sieun arrives home from work, greeted by a clingy boyfriend as soon as he steps foot through the door. Suho pulls him in by his waist, kissing him lovingly, and Sieun yelps in surprise at the sudden collision of Suho’s body against his, hand splayed across his lower back and pressing him as close as possible. 

Gathering his thoughts, Sieun finally presses his lips back against his boyfriend’s, hands cupping his face endearingly. He pulls away with a soft laugh, “Hello to you too, Suho-yah.”

Suho presses one more kiss to the man’s lips with a quiet smack before pulling back, hands circling Sieun’s wrists and caressing the bone softly with the pads of his thumbs. “I have a surprise for you. Or a gift, whatever you wanna call it,” He begins to mouth at the line of Sieun’s jaw, tongue tracing over the skin with clear intention. 

“You mean…?” Sieun pulls the full flesh of his bottom lip between his teeth, a pool of excitement swirling in his stomach.

“Mm, go take a shower and find out, I'll meet you in the bedroom, pretty.” He drags the tip of his finger down Sieun’s abdomen and over the waistband of his dress pants to engulf the mass of his clothed cock in the palm of his hand, offering a squeeze which pulls a quiet gasp from the man, fingers darting to grip Suho’s forearm.

“Fuck, Suho-yah…” The taller flashes a smirk with a wink, quick enough that Sieun would’ve missed it if he had not already been staring at the man’s face with glazed eyes, and before he can say another word, Suho is gone. Only a brief look spared over his shoulder and he’s disappeared through the door to their room. 

Sieun runs a hand through his hair with a sigh, his tongue catching on a laugh of disbelief while his eyes stay hooked on the doorway where Suho stood just moments ago. He almost staggers towards the bathroom with his fingers already peeling layers of clothing from his skin, wanting to make the process as quick as possible; the bathroom welcomes him with a still silence and a chill rattles down his spine and arms when he tugs the shirt from his body, trousers already abandoned at the door. 

He lets out a quiet hiss at the first touch of hot water on his skin and begins the process of cleaning his body - he decides against washing his hair; doesn’t want the inconvenience of it being wet but doesn’t want to take longer with the process of drying it, and so within 10 minutes he’s stepping out from the shower and reaching for his towel, barely taking the time to thoroughly dry himself before wrapping the towel around his waist. 

Sparing himself one look in the mirror and fixing a few tousled strands of hair, even though he knows Suho will just mess it up, he heads for the room where his boyfriend awaits, and upon opening the door and finding the man perched on the edge of the bed, he nearly trips over his own feet.

“Oh my god,” his jaw might as well drop from the stark shock on his face as Sieun looks Suho over with a gaze nothing short of a predator looking at its prey.

“Do you like it? I borrowed yours, I hope you don’t mind, baby.” And there Suho sits adorned in nothing but a pair of hot pink panties, the pretty colour standing out against his tan skin and almost matching the tip of his flushed cock which pokes out from the top of the garment. Suho is already hard, Sieun notices.

Sieun is almost there too, he feels his cock swell beneath the towel and the fabric does a lousy job at hiding it he supposes, if the way Suho glances down with a lick of his lips is anything to go by. “Hyung, fuck, you’re so pretty. All this for me?” He takes a few steps forward until he’s within Suho’s reach, and then the taller is tugging him closer by the wrap of his towel, but he doesn’t unravel it - yet. 

“My baby always gets so dolled up for me, thought I should do the same, you like it?” Sieun nods without hesitation, eyes fixated on the lace wrapped beautifully around Suho’s hips and tracing the line of the seam curving around the crease above his thighs, the flesh thick with muscle. His eyes quickly dart back to the protruding head of Suho’s cock, and without much thought he reaches out, tracing the wet tip with his finger, eliciting a small whimper from the other man.

“I would be insane not to like this, Suho-yah. Fuck, do you even know how you look?”

Suho cocks his head, a grin ever-present on his face, “I don’t, so I guess you’ll just have to show me how much you like it,” Sieun smiles at that, just a small curl of his lips, but it’s enough. Suho pulls him down with a hand on his nape until their lips barely brush, and then he slots their lips together in a hungry kiss, other hand feeling blindly for the end of Sieun’s towel to finally unravel the item and let it drop to the floor.

Sieun lets out a quiet gasp when a hand wraps diligently around the shaft of his cock and pumps it to full hardness, and Suho takes advantage of his parted lips by pushing his tongue through the gap, the tip grazing against Sieun’s wetly. “Please, hyung.”

Suho smirks against the boy’s lips, pulling away just enough to speak into the mouth that chases after him, a low chuckle drawn from his throat. “What is it, Sieun-ah? Hm? Not even gonna kiss me before fucking me, that’s a little mean of you, don’t you think?” 

Sieun whines, a little childishly Suho thinks, and the latter's eyes widen a fraction in surprise. “Please, Suho. I need you so bad, I can’t wait anymore,” He welcomes the shorter into another kiss and his lips land a little bruising on his own, the kiss quickly turning wet and messy, tongues licking into each other’s mouth with little to zero coordination. Sieun takes the fullness of Suho’s bottom lip between his teeth and nibbles gently, earning him a pleased moan in return, swallowed up by his own hungry sounds of pleasure. 

Suho feels the brush of Sieun’s palm wander down the side of his body, taking a moment to squeeze at the curve of his waist but persisting on their journey - they stop where the lace trim of the panties meets Suho’s skin and trace the delicate material before dipping beneath the garment and curling around Suho’s body to cup his ass, delivering a firm squeeze. Suho pulls back from their heated kiss just in time for Sieun to give his shoulder a push, sending his form backwards and his back flush against the bed; Sieun quickly follows with his hand braced beside Suho’s head, the other still busy fondling the curve of his ass before dragging down the length of the other’s thigh, hooking under his knee to hoist his leg up to his waist.

“Wah, you’re a natural, baby. You been topping people in secret?” Sieun resists the urge to scoff, giving a roll of his eyes instead.

“Don’t be an idiot, I learned from the best, Suho-yah. You always take such good care of me, wanna make you feel good too, hyung. Can I?” Their crotches spare a few inches between them and Suho fights the urge to roll his hips up, but as if Sieun can read his mind he does exactly that. Their cocks bump and the boys release a sigh simultaneously, the friction the lace creates against the bare length of Sieun’s shaft makes his breath stutter a little in his throat and Suho’s hands dart to his boyfriend’s lower back in a fluid motion, attempting to press the man as close as possible. 

Suho continues the roll of his hips as he begins to downright hump the other man, but Sieun tries his best to angle his hips away, a whimper bypassing his lips. “You know I’ll come if you keep doing that, hyung,” 

Suho smiles, a glint in his eye. “Mm, no, we wouldn’t want that, would we?” but his movements don’t falter. He breathes a pleased sigh, head tilting back with a flutter of his lashes as he drags his cock back and forth against Sieun’s, the edge of the panties catching on his flushed tip with every shift.

Sieun paws at his chest and drops his forehead to his shoulder, breaths coming out in tight pants, “Suho, please,” and the man shows some mercy, bringing his hips to a gradual stop.

“Mm, fine. We haven’t even got to the fun part anyway,” he brings Sieun’s face up to pepper kisses along his jaw and takes his earlobe between gentle teeth, nibbling with careful precision. “You wanna fuck me now, princess?” 

The deep rumble of Suho’s voice in his ear sends a shiver down Sieun’s back, and he whines softly, bracing himself on his arms to look down at the man beneath him. “I’ve been trying, but you keep teasing me,” The pout on his lips makes Suho smile, and he can’t help but pinch his cheek with a coo.

“I’m sorry baby,” Suho says, but the grin on his face is anything but apologetic.

Sieun huffs, “Whatever.” and then he’s retreating from Suho’s space, allowing the man to position himself further on the bed, head resting comfortably on the pillows. He arches a brow when Suho’s hand disappears beneath one of the pillows only to return with a bottle of lube and a condom in sight. “Seems like someone's excited,” he jokes, but Suho bites his lips with a hum.

He spreads his legs a moment later, fingers dancing along the bulge hidden beneath the panties and trailing down to hook under the lace, pulling it aside to reveal his hole. “Come on, Sieun-ah. Don’t keep your hyung waiting,” He cocks his head to the side, watching as Sieun swallows thickly, a little intimidated now the event is creeping closer - Suho notices, of course. “You nervous?” and when his boyfriend nods, he continues, “We can stop if you want. I can top or we can just call it off and cuddle, anything you want, baby.” 

Sieun shakes his head, cheeks flushed a little pink. “No, I want to. It’s just… What if I’m not good at it? I don’t want to mess it up,” he chews his lip anxiously, eyes finding Suho’s soft gaze.

“Oh baby, you won't mess it up. Come here,” he pats the space between his legs, watching as Sieun approaches until he kneels before him. “I’ll guide you through it, sweetheart, I promise. It’s my first time bottoming too, you think I’m not nervous?” 

Sieun releases his lip from the torment of his teeth, voice just above a whisper, “You’re nervous?”

“Of course I am, baby. But it’s you, and I trust you with my whole heart. Why would I bring it up if I didn't?” Sieun nods in thought, a small smile breaking out on his face.

“Okay.” Suho reciprocates the smile, fingers tangling with the others and planting a kiss on the bone of his knuckle, nuzzling his cheek into their hands a moment after.

“Okay. I did some of the work for you earlier, wanted you in me as soon as possible. I managed two fingers, think you could do three?” Sieun’s cheeks turn a deep red, and his ears feel like they’re on fire as he looks at Suho, genuinely speechless, amazed by his forwardness.

“You’re so…” Sieun stares with his mouth agape, and Suho laughs.

“You’ll stretch me nice and good, right? You’re so big after all,” he leans closer to Sieun’s ear, and his lips brush against it as he speaks, “You can finally put that big cock to good use.” 

Sieun whimpers, “Suho-yah, you can’t just say things like that,”

The taller man chuckles, leaning back to get a view of Sieun’s face. “But it’s true isn’t it? You’ll fill me up so well,” Pressing a kiss to the other man’s cheek, Suho finally grasps the discarded lube and pops the cap open with a click, quickly pressing it into Sieun's palm. “Just tell me what to do, love.” 

And with that, he guides him to lie down and pushes his legs wider apart by his knees, hooking his fingers beneath the lace of the panties and slowly dragging them from his boyfriend’s body; he pulls them slowly down his legs, not missing the way his cock springs up at the freedom. Sieun then pumps a generous amount of lube onto three of his fingers, free hand running along the soft skin of Suho’s thigh and pressing a cold finger to the rim of Suho’s hole, apologising briefly when the man hisses from the cold feeling.

Suho’s lips part at the first breach of Sieun’s finger, his hole fluttering around the intrusion causing Sieun to laugh quietly, a small cute muttered under his breath. He presses in carefully, eyes flicking back and forth between Suho’s face and the sight of his entrance sucking him in, and when Suho lets out a sigh of relief he draws the finger back out just as slowly. Watching as Suho’s brows furrow ever so slightly, Sieun moves his hand again, letting his finger drag slowly against Suho’s walls until he reaches the knucks, curling it gently to draw a whimper from the man.

“Add another,” Suho says, peering at Sieun through lidded eyes. And so he does - Sieun retracts his hand to press another finger to the ring of muscle, pushing through with little resistance as excess lube drips messily from his digits, a small squelch filling the silence. “You’re doing so good for me, baby. You can move them,” a schlick sounds as Sieun pushes his fingers deeper before pulling them back out to repeat the action, feeling the way Suho slowly begins to loosen up around him.

“You said three, right?” Sieun watches with an almost crazed look in his eye, watching the wet slide of his fingers in and out, the feeling of Suho clenching each time they bottom out and curl just shy of his prostate.

“Yes, fuck. Add another,” and Sieun does. He prods back at his hole with three of his thick fingers, watching the rim stretch and welcome him inside. The squelch gets louder as he thrusts his fingers with a more careless rhythm, scissoring every now and then and listening to the sharp intake of breaths and small moans Suho releases. He tries to copy what the latter usually does, taking the time to properly open him up while still making him feel good, and Suho moans shamelessly when his fingers stroke his most sensitive part.

“Okay, fuck. I need you, Sieun-ah. Please,” Sieun nods quickly, feeling his own patience start to waver so he pulls his fingers from Suho’s entrance and goes to retrieve the condom Suho had prepared, only to find the man already has the packet between his teeth as he tears it open - fingers are gripping his dick before he can process the movement and he feels the condom roll over his length until it fits snug down to the base.

Sieun looks up to find Suho’s face a little unsure, so he tries his best to reassure him with a featherlight caress to his cheek. “Are you still nervous?” The man confirms with a single nod, attempts to smile to ease the mood but it comes out a little crooked; Sieun returns the gesture anyway. “I’ll be gentle, hyung, if that’s what you need. We’ll go at your pace.” Suho breathes out a quiet okay before reaching for the shorter, pulling him into a sweet kiss.

Without breaking their lips apart, Suho guides the slicked length of Sieun’s cock to his hole, breathing a sigh into the other man’s mouth when the blunt head begins to push past his walls. Sieun reciprocates, a shuddered breath falling from his lips when the tight warmth of Suho engulfs him and he grips the latter’s forearm in an attempt to ground himself, resisting the urge to fully submerge himself in the heat. His voice cracks around a whimper, “Suho,” 

“That’s it baby, nice and slow,” The words are barely spoken above a whisper, mouth hung open as Sieun continues to lick into his mouth with small mewls the further he pushes into him. When he feels Sieun finally bottom out and the stretch dulls to a faint buzz of pleasure, he encourages the man to move. 

Sieun raises to his knees, hands finding placement on the outside of Suho’s thighs and then he pulls out until just the tip of his cock remains. Landing his eyes on his boyfriend’s face, Sieun watches Suho’s jaw go slack when he rolls his hips forward in a deep thrust and he practically sees his eyes glaze over. Not hiding his smirk, he repeats the action, making sure Suho feels every inch of his cock slide in his heat and the man groans, quickly raising himself to sit up. Bracing a hand on Sieun’s shoulder, Suho lowers his head to watch the length of Sieun’s dick disappear and reappear from his core, his next moan catching in his throat.

“Oh. Oh fuck. That’s so hot, hah-” Suho’s caught off guard when Sieun delivers a thrust with more force, his eyes shooting closed as a moan is ripped from him. 

“Does that feel good, hyung?” Suho moans again, returning back to his laying position and wrapping his legs around the other’s waist, heels digging into the small of his back and pushing him deeper.

“Yes, God yes, Sieun-ah. You can go- ah, go faster, baby.” Suho is panting, a blush spreading from his cheeks to down his neck and chest, and Sieun watches in amazement as his boyfriend unravels before him - his usually so in control and cocky boyfriend losing his ability to form coherent sentences from just a few thrusts, and so Sieun wonders if-

“Sieun! Fuck, fuck, yes,” He quickens his pace and thrusts a little rougher, and feeling the way Suho flutters and sucks him in, he moans, loud and broken at the overwhelming pleasure. He likes this a lot more than he thought he would. 

Suho’s hands travel to Sieun’s ass, kneading the fat and trying to press Sieun deeper as if he wasn’t already balls deep, mouth kissing up on the side of his neck and breathing praises into his ear every time he thrusts just right, thick cock pressing against his prostate. He had been so focused on the feeling of being full he had completely forgotten about his own dick, until it’s grasped in Sieun’s hand and being pumped at a pace contrary to the speed Sieun is fucking into him, but it makes his head swim nonetheless.

“Suho-hyung, you feel so good. Mmng it’s so tight,” Sieun’s head drops to Suho’s shoulder, body thrumming with pleasure and the other groans, fingers tangling in his hair to pull him into a lazy kiss - it’s more panting into each other’s mouths than it is a kiss, and both boys moan when Suho grinds his hips down, fucking back on Sieun.

“You like it, baby? Feel good?” Sieun’s response is another moan, tongue flicking against Suho’s and leaving behind a string of saliva as they pull apart. 

“Like it s’much, Suho-yah, thank you,” Sieun slurs.

Suho lets out a short laugh, “Thank you? I’m the one that suggested this, shouldn’t it be me thanking you? Hm?” Sieun says nothing to this, just runs his thumb over the tip of Suho’s cock making him gasp, head falling back. 

“Suho-yah…” 

Suho hums, hips rolling into Sieun’s hand, “Mmm, yes baby?” 

“You’re so pliant like this, makes me wanna ruin you,” Suho’s eyes widen a little in surprise and before he can process what’s happening, he feels Sieun’s hands on his waist and flipping him over.

“Sieun, what-” He cuts himself off with a sharp gasp as Sieun pushes his body to be flush with the bed, thick thighs caging his own in from each side and hands bracketing his head. His cock slides back in with ease, and he hadn’t even realised Sieun had slipped a pillow under his hips until he feels his shaft drag across the softness when Sieun delivers a hard thrust, his body jolting with the force. “Holy shit, baby, fuck,” 

Suho feels his eyes roll as Sieun starts to piston his cock inside him, prodding and assaulting his prostate with every thrust, and the moans and gasps spilling from his mouth hardly sound like his own. But something about the way Sieun is so easily taking control sends a throb to his dick, pre-come weeping and soaking the pillow under him. 

Sieun’s eyes gloss over at the sight beneath him, watching the shift of Suho’s back and shoulder muscles as he squirms and grips onto the sheets, forearms lined with veins. He doesn’t think before he latches on, kissing and biting at the nape of Suho’s neck and along his shoulders, the effect the whole situation is having on him is barely contained. 

“Suho-yah, am I doing well? Am I making hyung feel good?” He feels a familiar tension coiling in his stomach and tries his best to warn it off, he just needs to hold out a little longer, but Suho keeps clenching and fucking back on him, and its making it a whole lot harder.

“Yeah, keep fucking hyung just like that baby, doing s’good for me,” Sieun keens, trying not to let his pace falter even when he feels himself starting to get tired, and so he pushes back onto his knees, hands gripping the curve of Suho’s waist. As he watches Suho fall apart before him, his sight lands on the swell of his ass, watching the way he fucks into him, and then without much thought he lands a smack to his cheek, soothing the reddening skin a moment after. “Ah! Shit, hah, again,”

Sieun whines, hand lifting to plough back down on the red skin of Suho’s ass and kneading the fat in his palm, cock twitching at the way Suho mewls. “Again,” he sobs. “Sieun, baby you’re so big,”

Sieun lands another two slaps to Suho’s ass, watching the skin turn an angry red and his stomach flutters at the thought of a bruise forming, a temporary reminder of the night that’s unfolded. “Hyung, I can’t- fuck, I’m so close,” 

“Nngh, me too, baby. Gonna come together, yeah? Can you hold it a little longer, princess?” Suho grinds his hips desperately, rubbing his cock up and down the pillow and the added pleasure of Sieun hammering into his prostate sends his climax hurling closer.

“C-can’t, Suho. Gonna come,”

Suho pants helplessly, white spots clouding his vision as he cries out, Sieun’s name sweet on his lips. “Come, baby. That’s it, let go,” he feels his body spasm as ropes of come spill endlessly from his cock, mind blanking completely with the sheer force of his orgasm, and he feels Sieun still inside him, his own length twitching relentlessly as he spills into the condom, breaths shallow against the back of his neck.

Silence fills the room aside from their breathing, the smell of sex heavy in the hair as they come back to their senses; Sieun speaks first, pulling out gently from Suho and discarding the condom with a grimace, “Are you okay? How do you feel?” When he receives no response from the boy, Sieun cards his fingers through the damp strands of his hair and tries again, “Suho?”

“I think… I think that was the best orgasm I’ve ever had.” 

Sieun stares at the side of Suho’s face with his mouth agape. “You…” He breaks into a fit of laughter, eyes crinkling as he tries to find something to say.

“I swear, I’ve never come so hard in my life. Is it always like that for you?” Suho sounds like he’s in a daze, and it only makes Sieun laugh harder.

“Not every time, but I usually come pretty hard. I think it’s just because it’s you though,” Sieun says, trying not to cringe at the explicitly of his own words - that’s more Suho’s thing.

Suho hums, eyes fluttering at the feeling of Sieun's fingers returning to his locks, running soothing strokes through his hair. “Don’t fall asleep yet, baby.”

Suho peeks one eye open, a familiar grin taking form, “Baby? You top me once and now I’m your baby?” 

The shorter freezes, and a blush spreads across his face and ears. “It just slipped out, it won’t happen again,” Suho pouts at that, a small whine following.

“But I liked it, you never call me pet names. It’s always idiot or Suho,” His pout deepens, but he’s too spent to put up a real fight, and so his eyes slip back closed and his lips loosen into a weak smile.

Sieun just sighs, letting a smile of his own take form before rising from the bed, earning him a confused noise from the other man. “I’ll be back in a second,” he says to the sleepy boy, and then he’s gone for a minute or two.

Suho startles when he feels the warm press of a wet cloth wipe over his entrance, a small hiss slipping through his teeth. “You don’t have to do that, baby.” He mumbles, watching over his shoulder as Sieun cleans up the residue of lube.

“You’d do the same for me, now roll over.” Suho grimaces as he does, feeling the cooled mess of his release on his stomach and catching sight of the soiled pillow - he makes a mental note to wash it tomorrow.

Sieun continues and finishes the task of cleaning the other up before he settles down next to his boyfriend, allowing him to pull him into his arms and succumb to their exhaustion. They lay in silence for a few minutes before Suho breaks it, voice soft spoken, “I really liked it, by the way. You were perfect,” 

He awaits Sieun’s response a little anxiously, secretly wondering if he had made Sieun feel pressured into doing it, that is until the boy finally responds. “I really liked it too. Would you want to… do it again?” 

Suho doesn’t hide his smile, meeting Sieun’s eyes as he nods shyly. “It felt really good to kind of just let go, I’m not really sure how to explain it.” 

Sieun hums in thought, a finger drawing shapes idly against Suho’s hip. “I know what you mean, it feels nice to have someone take care of you like that.” 

They fall into silence once again, and as Suho feels his eyes get heavy with sleep, he listens to the faint sound of a clock ticking somewhere in the flat, a car that passes by a few roads away and the steady breaths of the boy in his arms. And when he feels the familiar characters of I love you traced upon his skin, he smiles. “I love you too, baby.” 

Sieun’s hand stills, a little surprised but he smiles nonetheless, pressing his face into the crook of Suho’s neck.

“Your ass is gonna hurt tomorrow, by the way.” 

“Thought so.”